Grave Yards

 

At Last

 

 

Soupers

 To the worlds of Poets out there.
Thank you for showing you care.

 In knowing you have read my word.
The meaning, the essence you have heard.

This, for the most part, I just discovered.
Poetrysoup, in an email yesterday, uncovered

 nine full pages of your comments and praise.
This flattery, these honors, the bar doth raise.

 I will have to become more diligent at my hobby.
Be more grateful to those who have stood by me.

Thank you one and all !!!
As Always Bill .

B. J. “A ” 2
February 5^th, 2022

 

Shadows of the past

Fleeting glimpses of a Beauty, shadows quickly slips by.
Memories of a time, come alive, in the corner of my eye
coalesce for a moment, then ashes upon the winds of time. 

Years have wasted away, hanging on, letting go, this rhyme,
the final voice to say so, will allow Beauty, to become the past.
Always wondering why memories of, remained so steadfast.

Clinging tightly to experiences of what was, no longer can be.
Will this be, the closing of this book, will this soul finally see
the folly of clinging to a dream that dissipates upon awakening.

B. J. “A” 2

 D 20ecember 8^th,21

 

A tear drop

 Skies cry, and cry, and cry, and cry.
A tear drop forms, it metamorphoses.
It freezes, becomes a snow flake.
Snow flake upon snow flake upon flake

 merge, become a blanket atop mountains.
Time passes and they again metamorphose
melt, join as one to become a trickle
sliding down the sides of rugged mountains.

 Once again merging with so many to form
streams, brooks and with moving force
become mighty rivers flowing onward,
onward to become a whole, the world oceans.

 Skies cry, and cry, and cry, and cry
for their tear drop no longer innocent and pure
Within them are all the poisons, the pollutions
Mother Earth and mankind have spewed into the air.

 They, the rain, the air we breathe carry within them,
within their genetic makeup, all the poisons, the pollutions
that feed Mother Earth and feed mankind, by his hand,
by his greed, has planted the seeds of our future demise.

 One has to wonder just how wise is mankind ???
He poisons our lands, our seeds, our food stuffs!!!
Organic or animated, it is all the same to corporations.
Fill them with, spray them with chemicals that kill.

B. J. “A” 2

November 23^rd, 2021

Mandy

 

 

Life’s experiences .

 Life’s moments, on the run, a caterpillar
becomes a chrysalis slipping into the future
after years of hibernating in memories hoard.

After years, and years having slowly slipped by,
out of the chrysalis emerges a beautiful butterfly,
carrying on its rainbow coloured, gossamer wings,

into the ether, where voices, lyrics  so clearly sings,
of, brings to the fore, memories, for so long buried
beneath ones years, experience hidden, long carried

 B. J. “A” 2

August 30^th. 2021